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CHAPTER 116
A quiet land made for the dead. Hundreds of tombstones are well arranged both vertically and horizontally. Some had flowers lying on them, some had pictures while there was nothing on some.
The soft green grass shone brightly because of the rays of sunlight reflecting on them. There were no leaves- both fresh and dry, littering grass as the caretaker of the place cleaned it every morning.
Altogether, the graveyard looked beautiful and calm in some sort of way.
Standing in front of a tombstone that had engraved writing of the name Yang Yuxuan is a lady in her late forties and beside her stood a tall young man.
Yang Chenguang knelt and placed the flowers she had brought on the grave. She had a bright smile on her face compared to the other times she used to come here. She sat comfortably on the grass.
"Hubby I am back. And guess who came with me," she said.
